Sometimes funny just happens. But this ain’t funny.

I don’t ever really try for funny. More than anything I just do my best to keep it real.

Just keep it real as best I can.

Today? There’s no funny. At least not for me. There really hasn’t been since that midnight showing last week.

I think I’m officially old.

For the first time in my life, I heard myself say outloud, “What the hell is wrong with these kids these days?”

My momma used to say that.

(Daddy just shook his head.)

And when she did…in my mind (and I say ‘in my mind’ because momma didn’t raise a fool) I replied with some immature, asinine, mouthy-teenagery comment of, “It’s you old people that’s what is wrong with us. You’re all driving us over the edge. Get off our backs.”

(Because I knew everything and had all the answers.)

So, if I’m saying now what my momma said when she was “old”…that means I’m a friggin fossil. Because I do believe I was around 13 when I remember momma saying that stuff and so that would have made her around 33.

Old.

I’m 43.

Jokes on me now, huh?

Anyway.

The most my momma and daddy had to worry about with me while I was growing up was stuff like:

Roughing up the younger sisters. Till they screamed for help.

Skipping school with friends and floating down the creek with no sunscreen then coming home crispy and telling them I’m crispy because we played softball in PE.

Sneaking on too much makeup after leaving for school.

Cheating on my stupid algebra tests that to this day I’ve never needed that stupid crap for.

Coming home 72 sheets to the wind because a friend and I buried a bottle of Jim Beam in the woods across from her house then went out and dug it up one Friday night.

Looking out the back window of our uncool wood-paneled station wagon trying to look smooth as a 12 year old smoking a fake candy cigarette that I was sure the cars passing would think was real. Then eating it.

Pointing at things with my middle finger but swearing I was just using it as a pointer.

Sneaking out of a friends house on a Saturday night and driving 30 minutes down the road to see the midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show. And with a toy gun at that.

So, in light of things that have recently happened: Momma and Daddy, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I made you worry. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I made you shake your head and wonder where you went wrong. I’m sorry there were times you were sure you had failed.

And, in light of things that have recently happened: Momma and Daddy, I thank you.

I thank you for teaching me how to embrace my struggles and not cause others to suffer instead. I thank you for teaching me the importance of tolerance and accepting the fact that only I can make me a better me. I thank you for teaching me how to love others in spite of themselves.

Also, in light of things that have recently happened: Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, for you I pray.

Oh, you said it so well. Times, they are a-changin’, that’s for sure. I am scared that I brought children into this awful world, sometimes. Love the vintage pics of you. And I totally did the candy cigarette thing, too!Mamarific recently posted..Some Girls Have All the Beads

WTF?!?! Did mamarific just say ‘vintage pics’????? I’ll have her know YOU (really meaning ME since we are less than a month apart in age) are NOT VINTAGE!!!!! 🙂

I am just amazed that back in the day (sounds much better than ‘vintage’) we could take PLASTIC Machine water guns to the theater and noone thought a thing about it. Now days, freaks out there take the real thing! I don’t get it! And, you were able to put into words what we’ve all been thinking!

I live about 30 miles from where it all went down. Just a very sad, sad time for this state and our nation. No rhyme or reason for any of it…just pure sadness.angelika recently posted..Thoughts on the Unthinkable

Well this was beautiful to read. I’m sure that many of the questions and thoughts people have over there are the same ones we had here after the massacre last year. It never makes sense. It seems like evil has no bounds. All we can do is never to give in to it, I believe.Maren recently posted..Bad blogger..